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Lennox LewisLennox Claudis Lewis (born September 2, 1965) in West Ham, England[?], and better known as Lennox Lewis, is a British boxer, who represented Canada in the Olympics and current heavyweight boxing champion. He held the World Boxing Council title in 1993-94 and regained it in 1997. In 2000 he successfully challenged Evander Holyfield for the World Boxing Association and International Boxing Federation titles, thereby holding championships of all major boxing federations. In May of 2003, Lewis sued promoter Don King in New York, for the amount of 385 million dollars, claiming that King used threats to have Mike Tyson pull out of a rematch with Lewis in June. Lewis, who had knocked out Tyson in eight rounds in the summer of 2002, faced Vitaly Klitschko[?] instead, knocking him out in six rounds to retain the title. Lewis' record is of 43 wins, 2 losses and 1 draw, with 32 wins by knockout. He has more power over your heart.html">heart
know. I'm ready for any miracle; but I tell you it would take nothing
and it's too far to go up town to supper on this stormy night. Here's a
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"'Pon my word, that is pretty," said John Harvey; "what purity in those
waiters pointed angrily to the door.
"Let her come in," said John Harvey.
"We don't allow them in this place, sir," said the waiter, "but she can
and forwards on the edge of the door; now they followed a slight little
of wet feet.html">feet as she walked. Curious to see her face.html">face--she was very
there were but few gentlemen, and then motioned her to sing. The little
rested there, and out of the thinnest face, under the arch of broad
softness and tender pleading would have touched the hardest heart.
"That little thing is sick, I believe," said John Harvey, compassionately.
quivered, "her feet are wet to her ankles; she will catch her death of
folding before her her little thin fingers. Her voice was wonderful; and
drew together several of the merchants in the reading-room. The little
Far, far away."
Never could the voice, the manner, of that child be forgotten. There
great speaking eyes turned toward John Harvey.
"Look here, child; where did you learn that song?" he asked.
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